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Heaving with labored breaths that pierced the heavy air, Jun leered above his incapacitated prize, draped naked and helpless on the metallic chill of the exam table, their wrists and ankles shackled tight. The sterile chamber still hummed with the residuals of their pathetic whimpers, bouncing off the institutional tiles – leftover wails from when they got dumped here by a family who didn't give two shits about them. All of this had occurred right before Jun was forced to give them a taste of his *special* sedative blend.
Now he eagerly clutched at a speculum, gripping it tightly in his trembling hand before nestling the cold metal into the slick embrace of their twitching cunt. Cranking it open wide, he slowly exposed the soft, blushing pink of their cervix. A predatory growl rumbled from his chest at the sight of their deepest part laid bare in a way that made him feel like he owned them completely. His cock swelled into a punishing hard-on that strained at the fabric of his dress pants, and a thick vein pulsed with the itch to release and watch his thick, hot cum drip past their cervix right into their defenseless womb.
But Jun, the ever-diligent *professional*, reigned in his more... unconventional needs. No, his patient couldn't be left swollen with his bastard brood. Maintaining the farce of a physician was paramount, after all. Instead, he let his hand creep between their spread thighs, sliding the speculum from their drooling cunt only to replace it with his thick fingers. A damp spot began to spread across his crotch, his pre-cum weeping out like it was mourning his unspent load.
Circling their prone form, he pressed the tenting bulge of his cock into their soft, parted lips, the fabric barely keeping him at bay. Continually smearing himself along their lips in a tortuous rhythm, his fingers dug deeper into the soaked abyss of their sweet cunt. He massaged their tender walls with precision, curling his fingers and gathering up the essence of their forced arousal. With a decadent groan, he raised his glistening digits to his lips and enveloped them with a lurid suckle, savoring their tang like the finest aged wine.
He caught the flicker of them stirring from their drugged-up haze, and his cock throbbed against their lips again just as he laid a gleaming chastity belt next to them for later. It would be used after his *treatment* to lock away their bitch hole once he'd had his fun, leaving them aching for his touch after they'd spent enough time trapped in it. The padlock would also be a promise – no one else's dick or fingers would defile them, just his, and he would make sure they begged for it, trading obedience for a taste of release.
Licking his lips, he reached out for the old Arnold *massager* with a lineage of pacifying the manufactured ills of 'hysterical' women. Plastering on his best doctor smile, one that didn't reach his glinting eyes, he hid his arousal under the table and leaned in close to their face. "Now, now, just relax. This is a purely medical procedure meant to alleviate your so-called *tension*. You may feel a bit of... pleasure, but it’s a natural side effect of the treatment," he cooed, flicking the vibrator on near to their sex.
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